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JOAN OF ARC.
Allow'd no pause for thought. With clasped hands
And fixed eye she sat, the while around
The Spectres of the Days departed rose,15
A melancholy train! that rock-roof'd cell
She call'd to mind where many a winter's day
With Theodore she mark'd the driving storm:
She call'd to mind the hours of merriment
When mingling in the dance with careless glee20
She join'd the blithesome train: then her wild eye
Beheld him cold, and his blood-clotted face
In death distorted. O'er her shivering frame
The chill dews started, for upon the gale
The crow's hoarse croak was heard. Sudden she rose,25
And passing thro' the camp with hasty step
Strode to the field of blood.
The night was calm;
Fair as was ever on Chaldea's plain
When the pale moon-beams o'er the silvery scene
Shone cloudless, whilst the watchful shepherd's eye30
Survey'd the host of heaven, and mark'd them rise
And fixed eye she sat, the while around
The Spectres of the Days departed rose,15
A melancholy train! that rock-roof'd cell
She call'd to mind where many a winter's day
With Theodore she mark'd the driving storm:
She call'd to mind the hours of merriment
When mingling in the dance with careless glee20
She join'd the blithesome train: then her wild eye
Beheld him cold, and his blood-clotted face
In death distorted. O'er her shivering frame
The chill dews started, for upon the gale
The crow's hoarse croak was heard. Sudden she rose,25
And passing thro' the camp with hasty step
Strode to the field of blood.
The night was calm;
Fair as was ever on Chaldea's plain
When the pale moon-beams o'er the silvery scene
Shone cloudless, whilst the watchful shepherd's eye30
Survey'd the host of heaven, and mark'd them rise
Successive,
